NFH Honeymoon from Hell II (10 page)

He just knew.

“
I don’t want a different
honeymoon,” she said, snuggling back against him, shifting his arms
and in the process rubbing her large, wet breasts against his arms
and making him wish like hell that they weren’t both sick to their
stomachs, because she felt so fucking good in his arms.

“
Too bad,” he said, leaning
down to press a kiss against her bare shoulder, “you’re getting
one.”

“
I don’t get a say in this?”
she asked, running her finger through the drops of water rolling
down his arms.

“
No, you don’t,” he said,
kissing the top of her head before he tilted his head back against
the shower wall so that Zoe could lay her head against his chest
and get more comfortable.

“
I see,” she murmured
sleepily as she settled back against him.

“
After the babies are born,
which I’m naming by the way,” he decided to remind her for the sake
of their unborn children, “and you feel comfortable being away from
them for a few nights, we’re going to do this again.”

“
Another cruise?” she asked,
trying to sound casual, but he wasn’t buying it.

“
We can go on another
cruise,” he said, chuckling when she shifted anxiously against him,
trying to hide how excited she was about the prospect of going on
another cruise.

“
I suppose we could do
that,” she said, adding a little shrug that had him smiling. “If
you think you can handle it, that is.”

“
I’ll bring plenty of
medicine next time. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he promised
her as he tightened his arms around her and sighed, savoring the
hot water as he made a mental note to stash his anti-nausea
medication in every room of their suite the next time.

“
How long do you think it
will be until they find us?” she asked after a few minutes of
companionable silence.

It probably wouldn’t be until late morning,
but he didn’t have the heart to tell her that, so instead, he
simply kissed the top of her head and held her closer as he
imagined that they were somewhere else, preferably somewhere that
wasn’t constantly rocking back and forth…back and forth…back
and-

“
Oh,
fuck
,” he managed to get out before he was
forced to carefully set his wife aside and added a whole new level
of fucked up to their honeymoon.

Chapter 11

“
I think it would be for the best if we never
spoke again or made eye contact for that matter,” Trevor said,
pointedly looking away from her and out the large floor to ceiling
glass window of the small airport terminal.

“
For how long exactly?” she
had to ask as she forced herself to bite back a smile that would
probably prolong this little pout fest, which she had to admit was
entertaining her.

“
For eternity,” he said,
folding his large arms over his chest as he pointedly glared at one
of the large airplanes that was taxiing down the runway and was
that a blush creeping up his neck?

Yes, yes it was, she realized, forced to bite
back yet another smile as she suddenly found the small snack store
to the right extremely interesting. He was just so damn cute, but
she knew him well enough to know that he probably wouldn’t
appreciate the compliment right now. The man was embarrassed, which
was kind of silly considering that they’d been trapped in that
bathroom for eight hours before someone finally found them and
another hour before maintenance was able to get them out of
there.

She’d managed to bite back most of the
morning sickness with hot showers, a few hot baths and slowly
sipping cold water from the tap, but not Trevor. Every little noise
and movement seemed to set off his seasickness and once it started,
it wouldn’t stop. He’d spent the majority hugging the toilet,
groaning miserably and begging her to kill him and put him out of
his misery.

When she’d refused, he’d glared at her, in
between dry heaving of course. Even as sick as she’d felt, she’d
felt bad for him. He’d looked so miserable sitting there on the
floor, hugging the toilet and begging her to close her eyes and
block her ears so that he could “maintain what was left of his
dignity as he died like a man.”

His words.

Not hers.

Apparently it was okay for him to kneel by
her side, hold her hair out of the way and press a cold cloth to
her forehead and the back of her neck when she was sick and didn’t
want him to see that, but it was completely a different story when
the big baby wasn’t feeling good. When she tried to remind him of
the vows they’d taken, through sickness and health he’d simply cut
her off by demanding that she close her eyes, hum and go to her
happy place while he did what needed to be done. The only time he’d
allowed her to touch him was when they sat in the shower or when he
kneeled by the tub and hung his head so that she could run her
fingers through his hair as he gently caressed her stomach. Other
than that she was forbidden to acknowledge his presence in any way
and it hadn’t gotten any better since they were rescued.

He refused to look at her, barely said two
words to her and hadn’t stopped pouting or glaring since he’d
grudgingly given in and accepted the cruise ship’s generous offer
to refund their money and arrange for a flight home. They had
another hour before their flight took off and honestly, she wasn’t
really sure that she could take another minute of him acting like
this. She was exhausted, hungry and getting crankier by the moment
and the last thing she had patience for was a grown man
pouting.

Realizing that she was seconds from taking
her souring mood out on him or doing something stupid like crying,
she stood up, grabbed her purse and headed for the snack shop. She
was relieved when he didn’t follow her, because she honestly needed
a break from his bad attitude. She’d waited her whole life to go on
a real vacation, somewhere to relax and enjoy herself, get pampered
and take a break from a real world and he was ruining it for
her.

She wasn’t mad that they had to call an end
to their trip early, especially after the bathroom incident, but
his bad attitude was killing any remaining joy that she had left
for this trip. It had been her first vacation and even though it
hadn’t been perfect, she’d enjoyed herself. She’d enjoyed walking
along the deck, staring out at the ocean, visiting that beautiful
tropical island even though all she got to do was hang out in
waiting rooms and sit in taxis, it had been a wonderful experience
for her. For a first real trip, she had no real complaints because
she knew there would be more trips in the future with Trevor and
then one day, with their children, so she wasn’t going to allow
herself to get hung up because one trip that hadn’t ended well.
They had a lifetime together and the big jerk was hell bent on
pouting over something that was over and done with.

“
You’re mad,” he whispered
as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and pull her
close.

“
I’m fine,” she lied,
focusing all of her attention on the selection of candy bars and
snacks in front of her as she struggled not to cry.

He chuckled softly as he kissed her cheek.
“No, you’re not.”

“
I am,” she said, hating the
way that her voice broke.

“
I’m sorry,” he said, giving
her another kiss before he released her and grabbed a few candy
bars before he stepped away from her and walked over to the
coolers.

Needing something to do, she grabbed a king
sized Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup bar and headed towards the small
line waiting at the cash register. A few seconds later he joined
her, but he didn’t say anything as they waited to pay for their
stuff. Five minutes later she was sitting in her chair, staring
down at the unopened candy bar in her hand as she struggled not to
cry.

The funny thing was, she had absolutely no
idea why she felt like crying. She also felt like stealing his
orange juice so she did that, not even bothering to look his way as
she did it, because she knew that if he bitched about it that she
would probably start crying hysterically while she kicked the shit
out of his ankles.

She also wanted a nap…a nap and a soak in a
hot bathtub followed by another nap and that Milky Way candy bar
that he was holding so she simply reached over and took it. She
silently dared for him to argue and bitch about taking his food,
but he smartly kept his mouth shut. When she finished the drink and
candy bar that she’d helped herself to, she couldn’t help but
notice the bag of chips that he was now holding. Deciding that a
salty treat sounded good, she reached over and snatched the bag out
of his hands and then the bottle of water he started to open.

Still he said nothing.

He didn’t say anything as she finished off
the chips and the water or when she suddenly placed a hand over her
mouth and one over her stomach, jumped to her feet and ran towards
the ladies room. He still didn’t say anything when he followed her
into the stall, closed the door behind them and locked it or when
he knelt down by her side and brushed her hair out of the way so
that he could rub her back.

“
I’m fine,” she gasped,
panting a bit a few minutes after everything that she’d consumed
had made a reappearance.

“
You need to take your
medicine,” he said softly as he continued to rub her
back.

“
I’m planning on taking them
when we board the plane,” she explained even as she squeezed her
eyes shut, praying that she wasn’t about to have a repeat of the
last five minutes.

“
Sir? I’m sorry, but I’m
going to have to ask you to leave. This is the women’s bathroom,” a
woman with a raspy voice said firmly.

“
My wife’s sick,” Trevor
said, continuing to rub her back and letting her know that he had
absolutely no intention of leaving her while she was like
this.

“
I’m sorry, sir, but I’m
going to have to insist that you leave this bathroom now,” the
woman said more firmly and Zoe didn’t need to take a peek outside
the stall to know that the woman probably had her walkie-talkie in
hand, ready to call for backup if Trevor didn’t comply
immediately.

“
I’m fine,” Zoe said,
licking her lips as she shook her head, trying to will the nausea
away. “Just go,” she said, in no mood to beg airport security to
release her husband. It just wasn’t the way that she wanted to end
their honeymoon. Granted, she also didn’t want to end her honeymoon
the way that it was already heading, but at least she had a choice
in how she spent the next few days. She could either spend them
pouting at home or working on getting him bailed out of jail and
trying to arrange another way home.

“
Fine, but I’ll be right
outside waiting for you if you need anything,” he said, not
sounding particularly happy about leaving her, but he didn’t have a
choice and he knew it.

Without another word, he left. As soon as he
was gone she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, willed her
stomach to stop putting her through hell and stood up. She wasn’t
exactly surprised to find the female security officer standing by
the door when she finally left the stall, guarding the door to make
sure that Trevor didn’t return. The officer didn’t say anything,
but the expression on her face told Zoe that she wasn’t exactly
what she’d expected to find.

It was a look that she was going to have to
get used to, she realized, not really caring. Let them stare,
whisper and wonder how a woman like her landed a man like Trevor.
Let them wonder, she didn’t care, because she knew that the large
grumpy bastard loved her and that’s all that mattered. She splashed
some cold water on her face, washed her hands and did her best to
rinse her mouth out before she grabbed a handful of paper towels
and headed for the door, mentally preparing herself for the next
five hours of pouting until she could finally crawl into her own
bed, go to sleep and ignore the man that she loved until he begged
for her forgiveness with an extra large brownie sundae.

God, she’d kill for a brownie…

Maybe she should walk down to the coffee shop
that she’d spotted in terminal C and see if they had any-

“
Someone stole our bags,”
Trevor announced as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom,
interrupting her dreams of devouring a fudge brownie and making her
realize that this honeymoon from hell wasn’t over yet.

Chapter 12

Ten Seriously Fucked Up Hours Later….

“
Security said that all the
stores are going to close in thirty minutes. Do you want anything?”
he asked, not at all surprised when Zoe continued to sit there on
the floor with her back against the wall and her forehead resting
on her knees.

“
No, thank you,” she
murmured softly, tightening her hold around her knees, clearly
still pissed at him for losing their bags.

Having absolutely no doubt that saying sorry
again would be pointless and in no mood to chance saying something
that might make her cry, he nodded like an idiot and walked towards
the area of shops in the next terminal. He looked over his shoulder
a few times to see her still sitting there, resigned to waiting
another twelve hours before they found out if there were any
available spots on the next plane heading to Massachusetts.

He should have never left their bags like
that. He normally never would have made that mistake in a million
years, but when he saw his wife go pale and run for the bathroom,
he’d reacted. The idea of letting her go into that bathroom alone
to suffer through this by herself had never even occurred to him.
He only wished that the security officer had kicked him out sooner
so that he could have caught the asshole, who simply picked up
their bags and walked out of the airport, managing to grab another
bag and two purses without anyone noticing.